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Dec 2015
The water drips,
The air purifier withers,
The dryer combusts and the airplanes slither,
Breaking sound barriers I cannot fathom,
I sit here in my bed.
To fall asleep,
To all the sounds that I use to count sheep.
Jarret M Spiler
Written by
Jarret M Spiler  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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   --- and Haydn Swan
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